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Friday frenzy

Today the moving company men came to take away my books, my clothes, my bed, sofabed, desk, and the various accoutrements of my life over the past 18 months. I arrived in New York with three suitcases and two local friends. Since then my tangibles and intangibles have...
A late lunch

A late lunch

Last week I met up with an old family friend. Well, the family friendship is old, but Chris is a mere pup at 24. It was sobering to remember over our sandwich lunch that I have known him most of his life. He’s halfway through the Australian middle-class rite of...

The Jersey Shore

Hmm. The Jersey Shore – is that at the mouth of the River Styx? Having made it four hours south of Manhattan in a coach, having braved not only the zoo that is the Port Authority Bus Terminal but also Atlantic City, I can attest that Stone Island, whence I am...

The Mongolia-Wide Web

Yesterday I had lunch with a publishing colleague who is off to Ulaanbaatar for a visit (I Googled to check its accepted spelling; this version seems consistent although I had always thought it was two words). We had been discussing a few work projects and realised we...

My friend Frick

After a light lunch in Central Park with old friends yesterday I tripped a few blocks south to the Frick Collection, a jaw-dropping collection of art that had hung on the walls of the home of 19th-century coal and steel magnate Henry Clay Frick at the corner of 70th...
Not working, drowning

Not working, drowning

Two inches of rain overnight caused the entire New York City subway system to flood and shut down this morning. Not Spielberg-style, with tunnels of water carting subway cars into the Hudson or East Rivers, but rather via an excess of water that the system’s...
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